7Forty Four Hours
Part Two
Kara bit her lower lip. Her body quivered and her breathing became more
erratic. For the first time in her sporadic experiences she felt completely
helpless to stop or meliorate the situation in which she now found herself. Her
mind raced, paused, and raced through the possibilities searching for
alternatives, anything at all that would allow her to regain some semblance of
control or that would allow her to barter some measure of compromise. There was
none.
Kara looked down at her breasts, reddened and slightly swollen from Lori's
prolonged slapping, and watched wide-eyed as two hands pulled her right breast
out, compressed the base and slipped the thick purplish rubber band over the
distended globe and manicured fingertips rolled the band up tightly around the
base of that breast. The procedure was repeated on her left breast and now she
watched as the globes began turning the slightly purplish color. She gasped
slightly at the simplistic, yet so effective technique and her eyes again looked
up at two people seemingly intent on testoing every ounce of resistance out of
her tiring but electrified body. She rocked slightly backwards and forwards as
if to find a way to ease the spreading discomfort. Her eyes begged, pleaded for
relief but it only increased the tenderness in her knees from kneeling on the
carpet. Her body began to ache. Her mind yearned for some measure of relief.
Mistress Sophia sat casually in the blue wing-backed chair and cast an
occasional glance in Kara's direction. Her attention focused on Lori as she
related the events of the evenings fundraising event for the museum. Kara was
stunned at how purposefully she was being ignored. She began to feel more like
an object and her psyche wanted to rebel, to say something, to be noticed, to be
given some credit for the overwhelming discomfort and objectification she was
experiencing. Mentally she was in shreds. Her rocking intensified as if to
say, "notice me!"
She heard the knock at the door of the suite. "Ahh! That must be the wine!"
Lori smiled and raised her voice, "Come on in!"
The click of the key card in the slot preceded the opening of the door and the
entrance of an unknown waiter. The door opened and Diaz entered and his dark
eyes focused on the naked, cuffed woman. He gasped and stopped in the foyer.
Lori smiled and nodded for him to enter. Somewhat reluctantly, he pushed the
linen draped serving cart containing the wine, fresh glasses, a cheesecake, and
brandy and desert plates into the room. "Miss Lori, I've ... I brought the wine
and dessert items... but, but ...I should ... go..." his eyes riveted on Kara.
A sly smile crossed Sophia's face, "No, stay."
Lori quickly introduced Diaz to Sophia and motioned for Diaz to place the tray
on the small table.
Kara's disheveled countenance became immediately more embarrassed. Her thoughts
elicited each factor of her helplessness and exposure. Her face blushed and she
squirmed as if to hide her nakedness from the waiter. She looked down at her
swollen breasts, and her body that had begun to glisten from the beads of
perspiration. Idle glances passed between the two women and Sophia's mind began
to work as she saw Diaz stare at Kara and the nervousness that now overwhelmed
her body.
Sophia seized the moment and spoke to the waiter, "Diaz, you seem perturbed,
disturbed. I assure you what you're seeing is perfectly natural. Some women
play bridge, some shop, some, like us, do other things. Now be a good boy and
hand me a glass off the tray, would you? The young waiter nervously slipped his
fingers around the base of the goblet and handed it to Sophia, his eyes never
leaving the humiliated Kara.
Sophia grinned as she took the goblet and pressed it between Kara's moistened
slit, settling the base against the floor and the rim of the glass between her
moistened labia. "Kunt, I believe I'd like to see you fill the goblet for us.
So pee while we talk."
Kara emitted a soft mournful "dear god please, no"
Sophia's open hand slapped at Kara's face nearly knocking her from her kneeling
position. "One more word, slut, and Lori and I walk out of here right now and
leave you to him. Is that what you want? Is it? We're waiting..."
Kara shook her head no. She broke into a quivering sob and small tears caressed
her cheeks. With futile effort, she worked her wrists against the cuffs and her
fruitless struggles resulted in snickers from Sophia. Trapped...like a
prisoner... why... is this what I bargained for... Never had she envisioned
this degree of degradation actually happening, though she'd fantasized countless
times of similar situations. And now, here she was; experiencing what to Sophia
was mere child's play. She painfully recalled the old axiom, 'be careful what
you wish for, for it may come true...'
"Then, kunt, I suggest you fill the goblet, or, do you wish me to send you back
with Diaz? Perhaps down to the kitchen staff ... naked ... tied across the
cart?" She tilted her head back and laughed. "I can see that so vividly.
Certainly you can well imagine what would await you there. Would that make you
more comfortable?"
Kara shook her head back and forth furiously. She strained and though her
bladder ached from the pressure, nothing happened. She relaxed her muscles,
closed her eyes, and the yellowish liquid dribbled, then streamed into the faux
crystal. Laughter echoed from Sophia and Lori and the waiter gasped as he
witnessed what he saw.
All will to resist ebbed from Kara's rapidly spinning mind. She knew she had
now relinquished power to Sophia and Lori with each moment.
"Look at her, Lori, Diaz." Sophia's face glowed. She then turned to Diaz,
"Remove the goblet from between her legs and empty it in the bathroom." Diaz
paused, looked at Sophia and then walked to the kneeling slave and carefully
removed the goblet. He carried the treasure to the bathroom and returned.
"Diaz?" Sophia turned toward him and slowly let the words roll from her lips,
"Have you ever fucked a gringo bitch?"
Trembling consumed Kara's body and her shoulders and upper arms began to shake
noticeably. Her upper body slumped forward and her swollen purplish breasts
hung with her swollen nipples now pointed at the floor. The pounding resumed in
her breasts and her mouth fell open as if to speak. The previous hours had left
her confused; dazed and constantly unsure where the next attack upon her psyche
would emanate from or what form it would take. Each attack, each wave of
humiliation sank her deeper into submission. Her mind was exhausted and her
body ached from the kneeling position she had endured for hours.
Sophia instantly noticed the despair that washed over the slaves' body and the
sharp command to kneel straight again brought her back to the proper position.
Satisfied, Sophia continued, "Have you, Diaz? The bulge in your trousers tells
me you want her."
He nodded at Sophia's words, yet remained standing still glaring at what he saw.
Sophia looked at the fear sweeping over Kara's face. She smiled knowing she had
struck a nerve and crossed a line that Kara had never expected.
"That will do. Leave us, Diaz" her voice sternly admonishing the confused
waiter. An intense sigh of relief emanated from the slave girl. Diaz gathered
his wits and departed.
"One thing you need to understand, kunt. "Sophia spoke at Kara, "there will be
times in the remaining hours you'll have strange eyes glaring at you. He won't
be the last. I suggest you get used to it. Do you understand me?"
Kara nodded meekly.
With a fluid motion, Sophia stood and walked to Kara. She removed the cuffs
from her wrists. "Now slave, we need to be served in an appropriate manner,
which you'll do without hesitation. Think of us a honored guests at a dinner
party." she motioned to the serving tray and succinctly suggested her actions.
"Now, stand and serve us."
Kara struggled to her feet. The flimsy attempts at standing reminded Sophia of
a newborn colt attempting to stand for the first time. Blood rushed back into
her slave's knees. She watched, her lips half open, as Kara stood on her
shaking legs.
Kara walked cautiously to the cart, her breasts still compressed and swollen by
the rubber bands. She began the simple act of submissiveness, serving slices of
cheesecake and filling glasses with wine and brandy and presenting it to each of
the women. Her next instruction was to serve her own plate and place it on the
floor and eat kitten style. She placed the plate on the carpet and knelt on her
knees and elbows. Lori poured wine into a small bowl and sternly spoke, " Eat,
like the simple house cat you've become." Kara lowered her face into the creamy
confection and mouthful by mouthful consumed the cake and licked the bowl. She
turned to the small bowl of liquid and sucked like a kitten. More wine was
poured into the bowl and again consumed. Conversation passed between the two
friends and the slave bitch was largely ignored except for an occasional comment
tossed at her as to her broken status.
Sophia glanced at the clock on the nightstand and mused at the lateness of the
evening. "It's 2:00 a.m. sweetheart and I must be going. But there's a couple
of things to accomplish this evening." She rose from the sofa, setting her
plate aside and draining the last of the amber fluid in her glass. She looked
at Kara and spoke a single word, "kneel."
Sophia reached into her purse and withdrew a thin black leather collar
embellished with crystal. A single small d-ring hung in front. She ordered
Kara to kiss the collar, then fastened it around her neck and closed a small
hinge at the back, snapping it shut. She tightened a small setscrew with a thin
tool Kara could not see.
"I've had this one modified a bit, just so you know, Sophia spoke, "The buckle
has been replaced with a simple hinge lock and setscrew for reasons you'll
understand later." She clicked her leash in place and turned Kara towards the
full-length mirror. "Look at it closely. Touch it." Kara lifted her hands to
her neck and ran her fingers over the leather, touching the crystals embedded in
the collar and fingered the d-ring that hung down an inch in front just over her
throat.
"What are you now, kunt? What do you see in the mirror?" Sophia asked.
"A slave, Mistress, a collared slave," came the soft reply.
"It's a good beginning." Picking up her crop she glanced at Lori and inquired,
" How many rooms are on this floor, Darling?"
Lori paused momentarily and replied, "18, Ma'am ... Nine on this end of the
floor, then the elevators and then nine more. Why do you ask?"
"Pets customarily need to be walked before bedtime, wouldn't you agree?"
Lori laughed slyly and responded, "You are a devil! But, I couldn't be seen in
the hallway. Too risky for me if some of the staff should happen to be cruising
the floor. Diaz was no problem; he knows he's hanging by a thread with me
anyway, but I don't want to push my luck."
Sophia tugged at the pets' leash and pulled her to hands and knees. Kara began
to fully understand the simplicity and total abject humility of what was to
occur; she wanted to resist but mentally she was exhausted. She reluctantly
crawled and followed the tall aristocratic woman to the door. Sophia turned and
looked down at the pet, sensing the humility, knowing she had become completely
broken in the course of the past few hours. "You're to follow me, stopping at
each door between here and the elevators. You'll lick the carpet in front of
each door we pass, all nine of them. When we reach the elevator I have an idea
rolling through my head that you'll follow. Any protestations on your part and
we'll return to the suite and I'll tie you to the serving cart, roll you to the
elevator, push all the buttons for each floor and let you end up in the lobby.
You do understand, don't you, kunt?"
A simple "Yes Mistress" was the soft reply.
Her face reddened as the door was opened and the Mistress took her pet on a
final pee walk for the evening. The door softly shut behind her and Kara
followed clad in only her hose to the first door and bent her upper body to the
carpet and licked the floor just outside of suite 802. A tug of the leash and
the humbled animal crawled to the next door and repeated the same procedure.
Sophia's crop slapped harshly at the exposed ass cheeks and the pet struggled to
keep pace with her owner. As they reached the door of suite 805 Sophia looked
at the hapless pet and spoke, "Brush your nipples against the carpet, here,
outside this door and at all the remaining doors. If I'm pleased I'll allow the
rubber bands to be removed before I leave. But I want to see those swollen nips
brushing the floor. You do understand, don't you?" Kara nodded and spoke a
simple yes Mistress. She brushed her nipples heavily against the hallway rug
and grimaced at the pain. She crawled toward the last of the doors, her knees
aching from the rug burns that ravened her skin through the black thigh hi's.
Finally at the elevator, Sophia spied what she hoped to find ... a brass
cigarette butt receptacle situated between the two elevators. She tugged on the
leash and pulled the pet to her knees, then to her feet and led her body over
the cigarette canister filled with white sand. "Kittens like to pee in sand,
don't they, so you may pee here, slut. Straddle it and show me your compliance.
And remember the serving cart..."
Kara didn't have to be reminded. She nervously straddled the canister and
positioned her sex over the white sand with the little "M" emblem molded in the
sand. She relaxed and taking careful aim, let her bladder release, spewing her
urine into the sand. The sand darkened from the pee and the forceful stream
obliterated the molded "M". Bits of sand and urine splattered against her upper
thighs.
The tug of the leash returned her to her rug-burned knees. Sophia pushed the
elevator button and looked closely into the stunned face of her subject.
Moments passed and the intense beating of the drum within her body pounded Kara
into anguish. The bell chimed and elevator door opened to an empty carriage.
Kara gasped audibly and the foyer echoed with the laughter of her Mistress.
"Must be your lucky evening, kunt!" Sophia led her quickly back to the suite
and related the events to an equally amused Lori.
Turning to the pet she pulled her to her feet and opened her lips and kissed her
deeply. "I'll see you tomorrow afternoon. I leave you in Lori's care and
perhaps a few others you'll meet at appropriate moments." The taste of her
Owners lips against hers caused her to tremble with passion and desire, desire
pent up from hours on end of the torment she had endured.
Sophia returned to Lori and kissed her passionately and winked, "You know my
plan ... have her there on time." She walked to the door and exited the room.
(end of chapter two)
